Let's Talk About...Dog hair

Ok. We love our dogs. No, let me be clear, we adore our dogs. No, let me clearer. Our dogs are our best friends, our children, our partners, our comfort. They read our minds, love us unconditionally and often are incredibly funny.

That said, I was walking with a friend today and she wiped off her leggings and said, "Oh my God, I am always covered in dog hair!" Ahh. There's the rub.

I, too, find myself using one of those lint removal masking tape roller things all the time, trying to disguise the fact that I regularly roll around the floor, share a bed, brush and pet my best (hairy) friend. To no avail.

For example, I go to Pilates. No dogs allowed. Yet I get up from the reformer (aka "the rack") after an hour of being pulled, stretched and bent in ways God never intended. I look down. Dog hair all over.

I drive my car. No dogs are ever allowed. Yet I find myself apologizing to my passenger for all the dog hair attached to her as she leaves the car. Even worse, when I am a passenger in her car, I leave behind a trail of dog hair. And she doesn't even have a dog! How is that?

Business meetings? Well, I am clearly not the sharp-dressed-professional I aim to be when I get ready in the morning. No. I look more like Sasquatch.

Don't even start with our clogged up vacuum cleaner, clogged up dryer vents, and the fact that our comforter always has an extra duvet-type layer of dog hair to keep us warm (and itchy).

There really is no solution. Nor do I want there to be. The tradeoff is worth it.

Ditto for cats.